Sunday, March 13, 2011
One of my friends had a big crawfish boil. So we just hung out, swam, ate crawfish, and stayed the night. Well once night rolled around we began to get bored.We looked around so water balloons and had a great idea.Now my friend lived on a side street off of a highway. So we did what all teenagers would do. Filled up alot of water balloons and hid in the ditch along the highway. The speed limit was about 55 so when we popped up and hit a car in the windshield it was bad. We did this to several cars, but then we decided to throw three at one time. We hid in the ditch and a car was flying our way. We threw the balloons and all the crushed the car. Ok so i know this story sounds really gay, but this gets a little funny. So the truck slams on his breaks and we run to the nearest house and hide in their bushes. The truck pulls onto the side street and points its lights into the yard. Once we thought it was safe started running and the truck began following us. We jump in the persons back yard. We get to the fence to the next person's back yard so we hop it. The truck is still on the street, but cant see us. So this person's back yard was just like a jungle i think they just had a massive garden or something. So we were running through this jungle yard and all of a sudden i fall in this creek right in the middle of the yard. I'm now completely soaked now. I get up and run to the fence. when i get there i lean up against it and get the ever living mess shocked out of me. now im soaked and get shocked all over. I mean my entire body was tinkling especially the arm that leaned up against it. We look and its this electric wire on the fence that had signs that said beware electric fence. I'm glad i saw that. Well we finally got away, but i will never forget the time we escaped one pissed man.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Everyone knows the purpose of school is to prepare you for the real world. Well tell me when i will ever need to know Stoicheometry. I know that answer and it is if I would be a chemist or chemistry teacher. So why did i ask that if i know the answer. Well everyone in may school has to learn it and i doubt everyone will have one of those two professions. College is a place to learn what u want to be. So learn Stoicheometry in college and dont waste time, money, and precious brain space teaching it to everyone who walks through your doors. Thank You.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sorry It's been so long for me to post, but i have a good excuse. Last Monday my 20 year old brother was rushed to the hospital after my mom found him laying in the shower with slurred speech and saying his head was killing him. We called the ambulance and he was rushed to the nearest hospital. Once there we realized he couldn't use his left side of his body. So, we thought he had a stroke or seizure. The hospital did a CT scan and found that he had large amount of bleeding in his brain. They said he had to be transported immediately to LSU hospital to have immediate brain surgery. The people said that they don't even know if he will survive the ride over. However, he did! Once there they did a Arteriogram (shot dye up his artery) in order to see the cause and found that the bleeding cause a orange sized blood clot in his brain and the cause was a AVM (cluster of blood vessels) and it was a birth defect t hat he has had for 20 years. They said the surgery was very risky and he might not survive. Dr. Nanda, the best nuerosurgeon in the nation would do his surgery. Stats show that less than 1% of people have a AVM. The surgery lasted over 6 hours and went great. My brother's whole left side of his body doesn't work hardly at all. Thursday my brother was moved to a normal room and is doing well. I ask that you will pray for him and for a full recovery. Cas and my family have a long road to recovery left. PLEASE realize how blessed you are. You never truly know how much you love someone to you almost lose them. So spend the rest of your life looking at all the things God has blessed you with.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Well guys i live in the butthole of America, Louisiana. All of you up North diss on our state because you think we are all like Billy The Exterminator, Swamp People, or Waterboy. One thing we do have you beat on is food. Our food actually have flavor because we use spices in other words we use Tony's Chachere's (seasoning). OK I'm way of track so here is my annoying story. One thing the north and the south have in common is we both play the sport ordained by God, Lacrosse. However, we suck compared to ya'll or you guys. Ok so we have one black kid on our team, Jerry. Now, Jerry isn't very good and tries to act ghetto even though he is nowhere near ghetto. (Jerry's brother thinks he is a cowboy) Now Jerry is short, fat, and not very good, but he thinks he is a god at lacrosse. Now i know this doesn't sound annoying, but when a short, fat, unghetto, black boy tries to act bad at you while wearing shin guards (he plays goalie and goalies who wear shin guards are just gay) it's a little annoying. O and he said the shin guards were a valentine's present from his girlfriend. So im kinda annoyed my gf didn't get me any.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
When i walk into my bedroom and notice a strange odor. i search for this odor and find thank my little wienie dog had left me some chocolates on some of my khaki pants that were laying on the floor.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
OK SO YESTERDAY ME AND MY BOY, MICHAEL FRENCH, (FRENCHONLIFE.BLOGSPOT.COM) AND I WENT TO TARGET. WE GO THERE WITH ONE PURPOSE AND THAT WAS TO STAY PAST CLOSING. WE WENT IN ABOUT 9:50 SO IN ORDER TO KILL TIME WE WENT WALKING AROUND. WHILE DOING THIS I NOTICED ONE CRAZY LOOKING MAN I LEANED OVER AND TOLD MIKE, "DUDE THERE'S A MURDERER". OF COURSE I WAS JOKING AND 10 MINUTES LATER THEY MADE AN ALL CALL AND BEGAN TURNING OFF THEIR LIGHTS. WE GO AND GET IN MY CAR BUT THEN WE NOTICE THE CRAZY MAN WHO LOOKED LIKE A MURDERER WALKING OUT THE STORE. SO THIS MAN LOOKED ABOUT 5' 8", 50 YEARS OLD, LONG GREASY HAIR, BALDING IN THE BACK, AN EVIL LOOK, AND CARRYING THREE HUGE BAG OF NACHO CHEESE DORITOS AND A SMART WATER ABOUT SHOULDER HEIGHT. COINCIDENTALLY HIS LITTLE RED NEON (ACTUAL MODEL WAS CALLED NEON) WAS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF US ON THE NEXT ROW. THIS IS WHEN IT GETS REAL SO THE GUY WALKS TO HIS CAR BUT THEN TURNS AND STARES AT BEST BUY RIGHT NEXT TO TARGET. HE LITERALLY STARED AT IT FOR AT LEAST 2 MINUTES WITHOUT MOVING. THEN HE FINALLY GETS IN HIS CAR. I THEN PULL OUT MY PHONE AND FILM HIM. THE WEATHER IS ABOUT 30 DEGREES BUT HE DOESNT CRANK UP HIS CAR. 6 MINUTES LATER HE STILL HASNT CRANKED IT UP AND HAS BEEN HOLDING HIS BAG OF DORITOS AND SMART WATER IN THE AIR. THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE MAN JERKS HIS GREASY HEAD AROUND AND GLARES AT US. MIKE AND I ARE ALMOST CRYING SO WE CRANK UP THE CAR AND MAKE A DRIVE BY. I HAVE NEVER SEEN A NASTIER AND MORE EVIL LOOK THAN HE GAVE US. WELL OF COURSE WE DRIVE BACK AROUND. WE DO SO AND HE THEN CRANKS HIS CAR UP (AFTER 10 MINUTES OF SITTING IN THE 30 DEGREE WEATHER) AND DRIVES RIGHT PAST US. SO WE FOLLOW HIM HE MADE A TURN AND WE LOST VIEW OF HIM WE MADE THE TURN JUST SECONDS LATER BUT HE DISAPPEARED NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN...
Monday, February 7, 2011
WHEN PEOPLE ACTING LIKE NO ONE EXIST AND THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND THEM. FOR EXAMPLE, I ACCIDENTALLY BUMPED INTO A PRIVILEGED GUY, BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T MOVE OVER, AND HE BUCKED AT ME. WELL DEAR PRIVILEGED BOY EXCUSE ME I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU ARE A GOD.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
A LITTLE WHILE BACK I TOOK A TRIP TO THE YUCATAN PENINSULA IN MEXICO. IT WAS ME AND ABOUT THIRTY PEOPLE. WE MET MANY AMAZING PEOPLE AND DID MANY AMAZING THINGS. THERE I SAW ONE OF THE 7 WONDERS OF THE WORD, MAYAN CITY OF CHICHEN ITZA. ONE NIGHT WE WENT OUT TO EAT IN THE CITY OF IZAMAL, WHICH EVERY BUILDING IS PAINTED YELLOW. IT WAS A NICE RESTAURANT FOR THE AREA. SO WE ENJOYED A GOOD MEAL OF WELL WE DON'T REALLY KNOW. AFTER WE ATE WE ALL WERE SITTING AROUND TALKING WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS. MOTHER NATURE WAS CALLING! I RUSHED TO THE EL BANO WERE I CARRIED OUT HER CALLING. WALKING BACK INTO THE ROOM LIKE A COWBOY I REALIZED HEY THAT HUGE TABLE THAT WE WERE ALL SITTING AT IS EMPTY. I BEGAN TO LOOK FOR MY GROUP OF PEOPLE AND THEY WERE NO WHERE TO BE FOUND. I RAN OUTSIDE AND ALL OF THE CARS WE TOOK TO THIS TOWN, WHICH WAS 1 HOUR AND A HALF AWAY FROM WHERE WE WERE STAYING, WERE GONE. MY PASSPORT, MONEY, AND IPOD WAS IN ONE OF THOSE CARS, BUT WAIT I SEE ONE OF OUR LITTLE GREEN TRUCKS. I RUSH OVER THERE AND TO MY SURPRISE ONE OF THE MEXICANS WE KNEW, JOSE, COULD NOT CRANK UP HIS TRUCK. NOW ONE FACT ABOUT JOSE IS THAT HE CANNOT SPEAK A LICK OF ENGLISH. WE TRIED AND TRIED TO GET IT TO CRANK IT ,BUT WE RESORTED TO WALK TO A MECHANICS HOME. HE TOOK A LOOK AND SAID I CAN FIX IT BUT IT WILL TAKE AT LEAST A WEEK. (WELL THATS WHAT I THINK HE WAS SAYING) SO WE WALK TO THE BUS STATION WERE JOSE BUYS TWO TICKETS TO GET BACK HOME. WE ARE SITTING THERE WAITING, NIGHT IS FALLING AND I REALIZE " CRAP OUR PLANE IS FLYING OUT AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING" WE WAIT BUT THE BUS NEVER SHOWS UP. SO ONCE AGAIN WE START WALKING. JOSE TAKES ME ON A ROAD THAT SAID MERIDA"THE CITY WE WERE STAYING IN" SO AND SO KILOMETERS. WE ARE WALKING AND JOSE STARTS GIVING A HITCHIKERS THUMB TO EVERY CAR THAT PASSED. FINALLY A BIMBO TRUCK (MEXICAN BREAD COMPANY) GAVE US A RIDE IN HIS SING CAB, THREE SITTER, STANDARD TRUCK. WELL LITTLE OLE WHITE BOY SITS IN THE MIDDLE OF TO MEXICANS WHO CANT SPEAK ANY ENGLISH WITH A STICK SHIFTER BETWEEN MY LEGS. WE FINALLY GET TO MERIDA OF A HOUR AND A HALF OF TRAVELING THROUGH THE JUNGLE. THE NICE BIMBO TRUCK DRIVER MEXICAN MAN DROPPED US OFF ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN. NOW MERIDA ACTUALLY ISNT A TOWN BUT A VAST CITY OF 1.5 MILLION MEXICANS WITH SOME TOURIST. SO WE BEGIN WALKING AGAIN, IT IS NOW RAINING AND DARK. WE GET A CAB AND IT TAKES US TO THE HOUSE WE WERE STAYING AT AND NO ONE IS THERE. THE NEIGHBORS TOLD US THAT THE BIG WHITE GROUP WENT TO BURGER KING. SO WE GO THERE AND I WAS FINALLY REUNITED WITH MY FRIENDS WHO APPARENTLY WERE FREAKING OUT ALL BECAUSE THEY DIDNT DO THE ELEMENTARY HEAD COUNT.
Friday, February 4, 2011
THIS IS THE FIRST WORDS SPEWED UPON THIS WEB PAGE. BLOGS USUALLY SUGGEST WAYS TO LIVE YOUR LIFE, BUT MY FRIENDS THIS WILL BE THE STORY OF ME, LSULLIVAN. SURE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE MY WAY, BUT THE WHOLE IDEA OF MY BLOG IS TO SWIM UPSTREAM. YOU SEE I AM A RARE BREED I DON'T "GO WITH THE FLOW" I DON'T "FOLLOW THE SAME PATH". I CREATE NEW ONES. MAYBE THIS WILL INSPIRE YOU MAYBE NOT, BUT THERE IS A NEW BLOG UPON THE HORIZON.i